The Many Forms of Water
The Many Forms of Water, 2022, 36”x48”
A distant cousin of mine wrote a song about falling water and the possibility of being rain headed towards the ocean. He sang that he could never really see himself, the streams he gazed upon were never smooth enough. I listen to that song often as I am painting.
We are mostly water after all. Sometimes we fall, sometimes we rise, calm or turbulent, frozen like snow or ice. Perhaps our emotions are led by that liquid flowing within us. Maybe when we are falling it is because we have become rain. And the gathering together that soothes our souls is because we have again become a river flowing together to the ocean. I am comforted to believe that we are all water, comforted that our emotions will change, comforted that we can journey together through all of it.
*note - Colors may vary.
Painted in Saint Lambert, Canada,
An original artwork by Margaret Lipsey. All rights reserved
The Many Forms of Water, 2022, 36”x48”
A distant cousin of mine wrote a song about falling water and the possibility of being rain headed towards the ocean. He sang that he could never really see himself, the streams he gazed upon were never smooth enough. I listen to that song often as I am painting.
We are mostly water after all. Sometimes we fall, sometimes we rise, calm or turbulent, frozen like snow or ice. Perhaps our emotions are led by that liquid flowing within us. Maybe when we are falling it is because we have become rain. And the gathering together that soothes our souls is because we have again become a river flowing together to the ocean. I am comforted to believe that we are all water, comforted that our emotions will change, comforted that we can journey together through all of it.
*note - Colors may vary.
Painted in Saint Lambert, Canada,
An original artwork by Margaret Lipsey. All rights reserved
The Many Forms of Water, 2022, 36”x48”
A distant cousin of mine wrote a song about falling water and the possibility of being rain headed towards the ocean. He sang that he could never really see himself, the streams he gazed upon were never smooth enough. I listen to that song often as I am painting.
We are mostly water after all. Sometimes we fall, sometimes we rise, calm or turbulent, frozen like snow or ice. Perhaps our emotions are led by that liquid flowing within us. Maybe when we are falling it is because we have become rain. And the gathering together that soothes our souls is because we have again become a river flowing together to the ocean. I am comforted to believe that we are all water, comforted that our emotions will change, comforted that we can journey together through all of it.
*note - Colors may vary.
Painted in Saint Lambert, Canada,
An original artwork by Margaret Lipsey. All rights reserved